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nHuH VPS H V S JrJi «ippi »in « j k BHnflnr ■■El oi BBiBbO Wtt k JKaluKi fcs**f»? w ** * $.$ .-Tx.*,; « *N jffl * i||i| |v f n lyl m LORI-EL— The Kentucky Oaks winner heads the Coronet Stakes field in Balmorals opening feature. y , J — JCog of a Constantly ""D CD • /// nSfe.feP JYlan ztiacmg ifip02/ By Tom OReilly V""* y MON TUB WED THU FWl SA.T i ■" — — — MONDAY: Up betimes and to the office with my bragging stint about having picked Iron Leige and Gallant Man at Churchill Downs. Missed the last train to Jamaica, so took the subway and at Parsons Boulevard heard a man ask a mounted cop if he had ridden his horse in the Derby. "Yeah," affably smiled the cop. "Im the j , . , ■ j a i £ J £ , , j j j J , ; ■ j * J [ J J ■ c x • 2 r l l » J !5 guy who stood up before the finish." Dined i in the clubhouse with C. Weinberg, the • Broadway drum beater, and N. McLeod, • the trainer. Weinberg told of a player r approaching P. Caruso, the Fifth Avenue tailor, with a pile of double tickets, saying, "If this horse wins the second, Ill 1 order 10 suits." Later, tearing up the tickets, he said. "How much costs sewing on 1 button?" McLeod related an hilarious | hunting tale in which a companion fell J out of a tree atop a deers back and rode | for 50 yards. No wonder deer hunters get D shot. Shocked at news of my pal, E. Mc-Cann, I crack chart maker, having a heart t attack at Garden State. Clocker P. Adams 3 gave me Cohoes C.20 and Ripper-Do .00, which I parlayed. To top it off. en route home, I finally won a box of f raffled chocolates from my favorite railroad - hustler. After two years of taking I 15-cent chances, I figure each candy piece ; only cost about half a dollar. A delightful 1 stew, at Penn Stations oyster bar, and I then to the Village for an off-Broadway production of a new play, "Career," by J. Lee. which I found fine, especially the ! part of the actor played by C. Aidman. So home and to bed. t * ■ TUESDAY: Lay abed late and over • breakfast read that no Pulitzer prize would [ be awarded for an American novel this - year. Thought E. OConnors "The Last Hurrah" would get it but suppose B. Wests - crazy New Yorker review, charging it with l being "subversive," hurt. Having an Englishman review a book on the Boston Irish . is the end. To my tailor to order summer threads and then1 to Wall Street and an interview with the charming new racing r commissioner, E. Hanrahan. Although new to racing, his fellow legal eagles kid him in court, asking . "whats good in the sixth?" To the office for my stint, then dined with , T. Costello in his Third Avenue oasis. The [ mayor of Limerick had dropped in the night before for "a spot of Irish." And Tim l told of an old Gaelic poem, called "Shaun , o Scobe," meaning "John o the Brush," about a Limerick mayor of years ago. "Officials couldnt agree on a mayor so it • was decided to pick the first man to cross | Thomond Bridge, over the Shannon, between . Limerick an Clare, on the next day. An old man named Shaun, who made brooms from heather sticks and sold them , for t a penny, was first across and a fine , mayor i he made accordin to the poem." i j Returning to more important matters such I . as £ what J. Hirsch called "Shoemakers j last stand," Tim said, "If a Derby rider did I that t in Ireland, hed go off the race course , like ] the devil escapin from Athlone, for . i • • r 1 1 | J | D I t 3 f - I ; 1 I ! • [ - - l . r , [ l , • | . , , i I . I , with all that money involved, theyd kill him an all belongin to him." Twas a braw bricht moonlicht nicht, so visited Ebbets Field and watched Cincinnati clobber the Dodgers in a frightful exhibition of alleged big league ball. Noting the paucity of customers, couldnt help feel the most impor- tant men in the park were D. Daniel, R. McGowan, J. Sheehan, M. Gavin, D. Young and other writers who keep this great American serial story, read by all but at- tended by none, alive. So home and sweet morpheus. a * * WEDNESDAY: Up betimes and to the course, reading en route J. Huntington s observations on old time whiskey ads, at the National Conference of State Liquor Administrators. "Whiskey was advertised as the only sure cure for consumption, bronchitis and other wasting diseases, and the reader was admonished to avoid dan-r gerous negligence and hurry get a bottle of the advertised product before he lost his health completely." Felt a dangerous cough coming on and thought of other things. W. Hiller has been my favorite actress since playing "Love on the Dole," on Broadway back in depression days. Now the critics rave again about her in E. ; ONeills "T Moon for the Misbegotten." Lunching in the clubhouse, heard a man say "Funny thing about playin horses — once you get started you lose your inter-. est in sex." If true, which I deny, maybe T. Manville needs a racing stable. Played Marullah «..60 in the sixth, but unfor-t tunately parlayed it on Unleashed, who was tied. To town in scribe P. Lynchs Thun-t derbird, while he relayed some of ex-fight-i er B. Conns Derby tales. Seeking spiritual guidance Billy made a months retreat at a monastery near Pittsburgh. While there, read in and paper that a horse he ownectwas going to start. Wangled permission to phone and told a friend to bet for him. The horse won at big odds but the friend didnt make the bet and Billy, all spiritual thoughts forgotten, wanted to get out of the monastery and murder him. A light supper, a German war movie, "The Devils General," at the World and so home to bed. a a * THURSDAY: Lay late again ithis is sleep-under-a-tree weather then to the office where J. Hirsch swore jockey W. Hartack actually dictated that Derby story appearing under his by-line. Remembered how L. Carver used to write in dispatches, "by Ted Williams," then phone the ball- Continued on Page Forty-Six OReilly on Racing Continued from Rage .Six player to tell him what he said. To Leones for lunch amidst the lovely statuary with Genes strapping sons-in-law, T. West Paint Mesereau and D. Fordham Bowen. One Italian marble, called "The Lovers," is from the old Vanderbilt Long Island estate and originally brought 5,000 in Florence. Talked to Gene of the late Pounditout and then back to the office for my stint. Dined with Miss Lace Curtain, in Longchamps Empire State restaurant then went up to the tower to see the town after dark. Miss L. C, by the way, insists I should recommend W. Farleys books about "The Black Stallion" to grown-ups. "I know theyre supposed to be for children from 9 to 12," she said, "but older people would like them, too. After all, I read older peoples books. Gone With the Wind is my favorite." Thence home to much good talk with J. Carroll, who is working on a play, and so to bed. » * » ■ — FRIDAY: Up betimes and looking at the morning papers couldnt help but think that F. Costello. the bullet dodger, looks like an older F. Sinatra but. obviously, Costello cant sing. Stopped in Days office to ogle the wicked drawings by O. Soglow, W. Kyett, W. Darrow, R. Patterson, plus •photos by P. Halsman. in the Dutch Treat Clubs annual undraped book. To the office and during my stint talked to C. Johnston. Pimlicos terrapin tub-thumper, about next weeks Preakness. Then to dinner at M.Ma-nuches with the L. Carvers and. J. Black, the Monticello dairyman told good tales of fishing through the ice up in Sullivan County. Carver gave me L. Novas spring poetry recital program for Carnegie Hall, Tuesday af ternoon. So help me, the old cosmic punch fighter will recite, among other things. "Gunga Din," "Casey at the Bat," "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "The Kids Last Fight." There was a full moon so I went up to the Polo Grounds and saw a fine game in which the Giants beat the Bums, with Willie Mays having a fine night at bat and in the fieid. So home and the hay. * A » SATURDAY: Up to gray skies and a cool drizzle. T. Stix. ye radio agent, who once reported sighting "a Cadillac convertible hearse," looked over the program and observed, "should be a good -day. You get more for your money. Five long races." In the press box was given a copy of detective B. Campions life story, entitled "Crooks Are Human Too," Prentice-Hall, .95 ». Lunched with Dr. E. Scala, the Suffern surgeon, who is kept busy night and day with highway accidents in his neighborhood. J. OShea inquired, in the press box, if the new racing commissioners law firm — Sullivan, Donovan, Hanrahan, McGovern and Lane — didnt have a silent partner named Briscoe. And it is generally agreed that when Nah Hiss, onwed by J. Schwartz, racings clean-up man. starts in the Preakness, the band should play not only "Maryland, My Maryland" but. also "The Aisle of Debris." And now we are all waiting the running of the Grey Lag. So endeth another week of my daze. Tra-la!
